For the first time, in who knows how long, Management and I actually went somewhere and stayed up past our designated bedtime of 9 PM. You could file that under “sad” but really it belongs under “pathetic” because here it is Monday and I’m still in the recovery process for events that transpired some 36 hours ago. Sub-categorize it by “WTF” as I didn’t drink either. It might be time for me to make an appointment with a gerontologist.
Saturday night we headed over to the Mohegan Sun to meet some friends. It was my second time ever in a casino, and my second time at this one–the first being for a Microsoft convention when they were launching the whole “Less is More” thing, not something you want to be wearing on a t-shirt especially as a geek. No gambling for us as even the siren call of the nickel and penny slots could not beguile us to play a dollar. Instead we marveled at the architecture, Management and her friend are design students so they spent a better part of the evening moving from mosaic to waterfall to vast log structures discussing texture, meaning, and application. It is fascinating the amount of care and effort that went into the design and construction of the facility to reflect the history and culture of the Mohegan Tribe, just to see it is worth a visit alone.
Mohegan Sun is very much like a mall for adults, whereas a traditional mall is for teenagers, visitors do the slow circulation through the slots, gaming tables, free drinks, restaurants, and even stores–I like to refer to this process as The Rotisserie as people keep rotating until they are done. As evenings go it was a quiet one with a leisurely dinner and drinks afterwards at another restaurant with time flowing by unnoticed until we realized that the night was deepening and the clock approached one in the morning; always a mark of a good time.
It is very likely that we’ll go back, the restaurant selection is good and there is always a free show to be had but the biggest attraction for me is the people. Never have I seen so many Larks, wheelchairs, and oxygen tanks in one place with people cashing paychecks and social security checks all hoping to make it big while their children are piled carelessly in the corner just outside the gaming area. People watching here will leave you with a touch of melancholy but that can be quickly erased as you watch those that have had one to many whiskey and sodas stumble into a fountain or just decide to lay down in the middle of the floor to “just rest their eyes for a bit”.
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